Stupid fucking contract.
I knocked gently on the door that had once belonged to Kitty and gently pushed it open without a response, mentally patting myself on the back when I saw her laying on the bed.
She turned her head in my direction and then rolled her eyes. “Oh, God. Not you again.”
“Yes! It’s me! Surprise!” I beamed at her, closing the door behind me, and only just resisting the urge to slam it.
“As if I wasn’t depressed enough as it is.”
“I’ve heard I’m an excellent cure for depression.”
“You’ve heard wrong. And it’s not a surprise that you’re here. You were always going to return.”
“True. I’ve always said that Meatloaf was a lying little bastard.”
“Who the fuck is Meatloaf? Has Dante recruited even more useless fucking prospects?” She huffed, sighing heavily.
“No idea. I was actually talking about the singer.”
“You’re hurting my head, Rachel. How could Meatloaf the singer possibly be a lying little bastard?”
“Well… he said two out of three ain’t bad. I disagree. I’d like to go for three for three and kill all the men in your life.”
She glared at me for a long moment, and a beamed an exaggerated smile her way, showing all my teeth. “Less than a minute and you’re already bringing up the fact you murdered my son, and you’d like to murder my other one?”
“Yes.”
“Is that supposed to be a joke?”
“Maybe. It depends how much Dante annoys me. I might just heavily maim, and not full-blown murder him.”
“You’re not funny.” she twisted her head away from me until she was staring at the ceiling again.
I tutted at her. “That’s the depression talking. I’m hilarious.”
“What do you want, Rachel?” She sighed once more.
“Your grandson is here. I was coming to see if you would like to have breakfast with him.”
“No, thank you.”
“I’m sure those ceilings are as interesting as the ones in the Sistine Chapel, but I wasn’t really asking. Come and have breakfast with your grandson.”
“No.”
Well, that’s me told!
“So, you’d really rather lay here and wallow in self-pity?”
“It’s been working for me so far.”
“Has it? Because you look like shit, Kitty.”
“Have you just come here to insult me?”
“The woman I knew would have fought back. She would never have tolerated being disrespected like this. Even though she never won against me, the woman I knew would have at least tried. What the fuck happened to you?” I hissed at her.
“As you’ve just reminded me, I lost my son and my husband!”
